Hi Mar! I must say, I really enjoyed your handiwork, as always. Charlie/Hermione isn't exactly floating around the Harry Potter fandom, so the rarepair is very fun to read. I'm going to start with nitpicks and follow up with the compliments. Hope that's ok. :)

First off: "He reappeared just down the road from the Burrow. He needed to come home. He needed to provide the extra support to a mother who had lost two sons and a daughter. His family needed him. He also needed to come home." Even though I can see the artistry in that, I wouldn't be opposed to combining two sentences. I think the last two would be the best to do that with. I'd make it like this: "His family needed him, and he needed to come home." Doesn't ruin the artistry of the first part, but breaks up the paragraph nicely.

"Out here, the memories always seemed to encompass more people as well - there was that lovely evening before the Quidditch World Cup with all of the Weasleys, her, and Harry; Bill and Fleur's wedding, etc." "Weasleys" should be "Weasleys'". :)

Other than that, I don't see any more mistakes. I think you're writing is gorgeous when you do interaction of two characters. I loved Hermione's heartfelt dialogue about how much she missed them -- it really makes the war seem real, that yes, people are dying, and yes, that no on is safe. Brilliantly done, my dear.

First off, I'd like to go ahead and say that I died a billion times over when I found out you had written Ron/Luna. It was like... bliss. Bliss upon bliss. Bliss times a billion [Well, you get what I mean ;)]. And then, I read it for the first time... and I read it again, and again, and again, and I freaked because it was too perfect. You know characters and can show a story by a few words... I couldn't soak all of it in at first glance. Oh no, there was no way I could do that. I had to read it the day after that, and the day after that, and so on until I've read it nearly a million times. And it's a shame that there isn't more reviews. I'll plug it to every person I know, mmmkay?

Now, when trying to decide what kind of review I wanted to leave, I knew I wanted to leave you with one impression that I got: You write relationships very well. You mand Luna's crazy ideas seem romantic... no, you made them romantic. You understood the dynamics of the relationship, and understood how to make it happen. And it was like bliss [Man, I sound like a broken record, don't I? I'll try not to repeat myself anymore]. So, now that I told you the main point that I wanted to get across, I'll go ahead and analyze the fic from start to finish. Yes, this shall be a long review. No, I'm not crazy. Yes, you're worth it. ;)

Okay, so I'll be starting with the first paragraph [Duh. Why'd I even say that? To babble? Egh. Sorry, I'll try to stay away from my babbly when I can help it...]. When I read the first few words, I felt sucked into his world, and I knew I was going to fall in love with that first sentence after I read it over and over again. Something about "They say" grabbed me in such a way that I didn't want to be disturbed, I just wanted to soak in the emotions that would come... and... they did. Angsty ones. When I read "He used to watch...and his friends laughing and smiling and he could see the world turning.", I knew that I was going to get my portion of angst of the day. I couldn't help it -- I started giggling.

After the part that seemed so happy/sad at the same time, you hit the audience with a shocking reality -- that Ron doesn't seem to see life pass by anymore, he justs looks without paying attention, and so the audience [being I] assumes that something happened to Ron to make his view of life become altered the way it has been. I love this paragraph, because it says so much with saying so little -- in your case, one word can mean a thousand pictures, and that's just an exciting thing to read.

The third paragraph showers the audience with one wonderful sentence that explains all of the questions that we have previously asked: "The people who made the sun rise, who made the clouds move, who made life worth waking up for, they’ve been stolen.". And, being filled with such poetic language and loving every second of it, I take a moment to reflect and ask more questions that you answer within the next few sentences. We see that these people that made the sun rise are gone, and because of that, Ron doesn't see the point in living anymore. The descriptions here are key -- they make you realize how much Ron is in need of a savior.

But, as I travel down the road, I see that you make me take a new path -- one talking about an angel, how this one girl -- who to you, the audience, and Ron, is an angel -- who is she? The audience certainly wants to know, and although I do, it's always wonderful to see the discovery of who Ron's savior is. This paragraph changes the direction so, but it flows directly into the next paragraph without a hitch, and the writing here is wonderful. I love this angel, whoever she may be."She appears vague and fleeting and evanescent. A spirit not made for this world." Oh my God. This line may be one of my many favourite lines in this story... I loved it. Words cannot express how much this line appeals to the audience... it's excellence. A true writer wrote this, I do believe.

Continuing with the same paragraph, you describe this angel -- who is Luna. Which you knew. ;) The descriptions, instead of making her sound like "Loony Luna", make her more powerful, caring, beautiful, the belle of the ball. But this certainly isn't a ball the belle is attending. You also describe Luna in such a way that makes her seem normal -- yes, it just might be that Luna's wide eyes serve a purpose. Maybe, just maybe, Luna isn't crazy, she's just looking at possibilites that most ignore. You give her purpose, and it is a wonderful purpose indeed.

And then, without warning, Luna asks and tells Ron why he has freckles. The audience, still mildly pleased, notes that this is Luna, and give it a passing grade. But the audience, after reading through the rest of this story, notices that this is much more than what most think of Luna -- this is Luna comforting, this is Luna showing her admiration and love for this person who is in the deepest pits of despair. She knows Ron, she knows what he has been through, his triumph for being loyal. She is proving that she is there for him. That she'll love him, no matter what trouble comes.

You have such a poetic language when you write something as close and intimate as this... for instance: "He looks at her, searching her ethereal eyes, and tries to understand how she knows things she’s not supposed to." You could have easily said that Luna has wisdom beyond her years, but no; you take a more poetic, wonderful way through, teaching us about Luna and her ways. You teach us that Ron is beginning to feel again when he realizes that he doesn't think Luna's words are ridiculous anymore. And he's comforted by her words, probably much more than he would have been with a few hugs and solemn condolences. No, Luna brightened him, just a bit, a tiny bit, and that's more than he could ask for. Dear, this is why I love you. That little bit is why you can characterize so well. You are one of a very few people I know who can actually delve into a character and pull back what and who they are. There is one word for it: brilliance.

Now, before I go on, I'm just going to tell you why I'm doing my review in this fashion.What I am doing is explaining what I, the audience, is seeing from what you have written. I could have just summed up this entire review in a few words: "OMG I LOVE YOU!", but I felt that as too easy. ;) I wanted to express my gratitude for the wonderful work that you have done here. I feel that, as an author, if my audience sees what I wanted them to see, or they see what I didn't, then I have done my job. If I see them thinking about what I've written, I'm absolutely giddy/giggly. I don't know if you're the same, but... I might as well try. :)

I don't think you know this, but I am absolutely the most fanboy-ish fanboy of stars. I want to just snuggle the word, it sounds so mystical and wonderful and... yeah. Too much babble. But anyway, "She drifts off, and he remembers those eyes that have seen so much. He turns to look at her, but she’s facing upwards. He watches her closely and sees she’s looking at the stars, counting them and making wishes." Is the best line. Because I like the stars so much, and it's so fitting. It just seems like Luna would watch the stars, don't you think? I do, and that makes this line uber characteristic of Luna. The audience raves about it. ;)

Then -- after Ron asks her what she could possibly be wishing for, after so many things have disappered, and there is no use in wishing -- she says one line that shows that she wants Ron, that she loves him, and she wants him to love her. "“It’s dark, and it’s cold,” she says softly. “But I want the light to shine. I want you to grow more freckles.”" This says so much about their relationship at this stage -- Luna wants what is best for Ron, she wants to see what he can achieve. It's beautiful.

Luna is wonderful, she can explain what so little of us can understand, and you find a perfect way to say that while fitting in the main them. No, it is not foolish to hope. It is just something we as individuals need to cope, to live, to breathe. Luna knows, and she is trying to teach Ron to do the same. It's a wonderful concept, and a brilliant one at that. Have I reminded you lately that you are absolutely brilliant? No? Well, my apologies: You are brilliant. Now, onwards!

“Would you rather have never known them than to have loved them and lost them?” This gets to me, it's so brilliant, but my only nitpick -- and I hate myself for noticing this, but -- is that Ron's expecting these words. Why is he expecting them? I don't get it, but maybe it went over my head. Yeah, that's it. Never mind. :) I so wish I had the wisdom of Luna. You know how to characterize, which I've already said. It's so refreshing to read something like this every once in a while, ya know?

And then the ending made me cry. Horribly. But that's a good thing. :) “The wind is the voices of the spirits, telling you they’re okay, and they love you, too.” That line, especially, made me bawl. It was just... right, for some reason.

You have made me eternally grateful for this wonderful story that you written -- I feel honoured that you put my name in the summary. I am full of gratitude, and you leave me feeling full. *hugs*

Thanks. :)

So, I'm hoping that by this point in time you know that everything that is written by you is simple and utter genius. It's really quite a challenge to even review one of your poems/fics because of the complexity of everything you write. However, that's not meant in a derogatory fashion; I'm saying that it's just difficult to find the write words to describe your brilliance. And nitpicking's nearly impossible without looking really hard... I think I managed to find something that's not really there. Great, just fabulous. @.@ Anyway, to the review.

I really enjoyed this piece because of the flowery and sometimes abrupt description. The way you were able to twist your words around in my head and then, when I think you're about to reveal something, you just stop -- not only evil, but some true talant. ;) One prime example would be in the first stanza: "No shaft of sunlight has entered here; no ray nor spark nor turn of eye; and in the end, all will fall to dust and dark, shadowing and tasting and foreseeing the inevitable." The way it was indented and the series of semi colons was also a work of art -- it kept me reading. Some of your description just "works" - The light in December’s weary grey is tarnished like the smoke of a cigar. not only does the description vividly give an image into your head, it also is my favourite line.

Plot wise, this isn't especially original, as there have been concepts that have been loosely based on it in the past, but the way it's served is above and beyond what anyone else has ever done. I think that's what matters most -- not necessarily the package, but how you wrap it. That's what's important. I enjoyed reading the last stanza as well, as it is what finally pulls the other segments -- which seem so loosely connected -- together. This line, I feel, sums up what this poem is all about: The locket swings. Gold. Dazzle.
The light is still, caught in time; it lingers like the drawn-out note of a violin. Not only is is gorgeous imagery, it also explains Regulus' end.

Now, I don't know much about the rule of poetry, so when I say "nitpicks", they probably aren't nitpicks but rather very misinformed guesses on what I think this should look like. Words move, living things in consciousness. Horror glances, passes on. This had me confused when I first read it, and I still didn't understand it the second time. After rereading the whole poem a few more times, I feel like I get it now. I don't know exactly how to fix it -- after all, I know nothing about poetry. ;)

Pure genius as always, Noldo. What more is there to say? You really can write, you really can create imagery no one else would think of (but you leave them wishing that they thought of it first). Fabulous and entertaining. Two thumbs up. ;)

Hey Tiffany! First of all, it's about time I've given you a long review with everything on it. ;) And, the scary thing is, I don't know what the "everything" is yet, so... yeah. Me babbling shall be on it. Check. Totally loving of you for perfect Hermione characterization shall also be sprinklede within. Check. A few slices of concrit, but not so much that that's what the whole review tastes like. Check. A bit of begging, but that's sprinkled sparsely in the middle, and, most importantly, the whole review is seasoned with silliness. Now, let's get to it! Mwahaha!

Okay, so first stop. When I saw that you had updated with a new one shot, I went "OMGYAYSQUEEMUSTREADOMG". And, I did. Your work has only gotten better over time, and I think that this illustrates how much you have grown as a writer. *hugs* Yeah. Okay. Back to review now. It was really interesting how there was [heavily] implied Harry/Hermione, but turned into Ron/Hermione in the end. I've seen it before, but never with this much... want, anger, angst... oh, loving it. Absolutely loving it.

I've always been convinced, ever since I started reading your fics, that you are a true romance writer. You can create more tension [whether it be sexual or emotional] than anyone I have ever seen [or read for that matter... I wonder what one would say in one of those situations? Gah, babbling. Sorry]. Just... a few of these lines illustrate that so well: "“What are you doing out here?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. The heat of his breath was visible when he spoke into the December cold." And this: "...She saw defiance, arrogance, and stubbornness, but mostly she saw his refusal to believe that she could love him after all these years. It was a realization that caused a knot in her stomach, a revolution that tugged at her heart strings..." One of those *guh* moments when reading. :)

Unfortunately, I have to do my nitpicks... sigh. But there are only two of them! First off: "“I was absolutely distraught. Harry bought me to these woods, and told me how much better life would be after the war." "Bought" should be "brought", correct? “We saved the world. And all I feel is sorrow and regret.”" I'd combine the two sentences. Other than that, nothing I could spot!

Excellent dear -- look foward to seeing more stuff from you soon!

Hey Beth! First off, I must confess that I have not read anything written by you before [at least, not that I can remember]. I must also confess that I was having trouble picking out which of your fics I would like to read the most, I was determined to read something that had your name on it, and after reading the summary of When We Were Gods, I just absolutely had to totally [/babble] read it. After all, history intertwined with fanfic is always a good combination, and the idea is such a good one that it definitely deserves more than eleven reviews. So, here I am, ready and willing.

It is a rarity to see Voldemort alone in fanfic world, and it's even rarer to see him without any of our favourite heroes trying to take him down. It's nice to see him, and he was most definitely in character. You set up his speech so well, and I love how you managed to give us a reason for the title through his speech. I also love how you showed us his tactics through your prologue, how he forces them to become what they are. This leads to many theories, like if he's beginning to lose followers and he needs more, or does he not care, and does this just because he can, and it was a pep speech? Whichever, it was highly enjoyable, and it brought a joygasm for my brain. :D SO much wonderment!

I do have a few nitpicks that I'm going to let you know about. :)

As all eyes watched him, some expectantly while others apprehensively, he knew he was
above all of them.

This sentence seems like it filled with run ons when it actually isn't -- I'd suggest either separating it somehow, or rearranging it. I'd fix it to something like this: "As the eyes filled with both eagerness and apprehension, the crowd never wavered from the sight of the Dark Lord. He knew as he watched them that he was more than a cut above them all." You don't have to add all that babaloo, but you get the idea. :)

Yes, I see, in even the strongest here, the desire – no, the hunger - to be
free.

I'm not exactly sure what you are trying to convey with this sentence, but I'd take out the "Yes,". I think the word choice is what threw me off, but it may very well be word arrangement [though I still think it's word choice].

He straightened and smiled mirthlessly. “Or – “

Formatting error -- take out the space after the dash, and then make sure the dialogue mark is facing the right way. :)

One last bit to point out is the very last line. I can see what Voldemort is trying to say with that sentence, but I'd expect him not to remember him, or not to remember. I'd make it to where he just says something along the lines of "Sometimes it pays to remember the past" or something along those lines. :)

One line that caught my eye and that I absolutely love is: “Yes.” He was unimpressed; even a Muggle could repeat his words. “But do you understand when this was first, and last, attempted?” This created another joygasm from my brain. Voldemort is so IC in this and it gives even more meaning to how he views his own followers. He only cares for himself, and you show that beautifully.

Beth, I loved it! I'm going to read the rest of what you have posted one day and review it too. But for right now, I leave you with this: Fabulous!

*dusts off clothes as he comes to a stop* I know, I should have reviewed this a long time ago, but like I have said in so many spew reviews [and will, undoubtably, say many more times], better late than never, correct? To introduce my review: You filled my prompt so fully, so completely, and you went so above and beyond what I requested. You handed me perfection, and I was absolutely flabbergasted to know you wrote it. I begged you for more Anna!fic, and my wish was fufilled. *hearts Anna* The premise was fantastic, and I loved how you used everything to your advantage.

I am going to take this paragraph and just elaborate how much I love you. *This paragraph has been interrupted by a squee the size of an atomic bomb going off. Please standby. BEEP. Thank you, and please enjoy the rest of your review and what is left of your day.* That‘s how much.

First off: The way you carried the plot I had so longingly wanted to read and turned it into a reality. I saw the man getting kissed and wooed by a female star, and I saw [through the amazing relationship dynamics between the characters] your true writing ability shine. Which, might I add, is as bright as the light you shed in a chatroom. I absolutely loved Miss Carlisle's flirtatious song, and the fact that she wrote it especially for John -- who looked like a Johnny, apparently [which, might I add, was one of the many wonderful details included -- some being including everyone's favourite sherry-drinking Seer and the fact that the Weasley family was involved]. The dynamic between the mother and her sons were flawless, and in lots of ways, mirrored Molly Weasley and her children [which is to be expected, they are related, after all. ;)]. One example of this clean-cut chemistry is shown here: "“Charles,” she whined, “what is this accursed place your brother has taken us to?”

This could only lead to the characterization. Even though this is full of original characters, their starkingly different personalities jumped from the computer screen and into my head, giving me a clear view of the scene and how everything was working, with plenty of room to imagine it. [Is it just me, or does Elsie look a bit like a certain celebrity that inspired this prompt? Because if it is, than I just might love you billions of times more than I already do. ;)] She was seductive and flirtatious in the right places, and with Agatha making comments at exactly the time an affronted woman would. It was depicting exactly what would happen during this time period. All of them certainly stood out with the exception of Charles, and if I'm correct, was he named so for a relative that's coming down the line that could have possibly been named after him? Lord Anna, you thought of everything. Back to the original scheduled program: Charles needn't stand out, because he wasn't as important as our two little lovebirds. I especially liked how John always found time to come visit her performances, and she wrote a song, and the kiss. *has difficulty breathing*

I have one nitpick, and only because it's necessary: the first two times you mention Elsie, you write "Elise" instead. Other than that, it was well-written mechanically speaking, and utter perfection everywhere else.

The kiss. One word [or sound] is perfect for this -- GUH. You made it incredibly hot... I mean, stuff like THIS: She, in her turn, had let her hands travel up from his dragon-hide belt and over his chest, and was now taking a firm hold of his orange tweed tie. With a determination he had never known in a woman before, she pulled his face down and pressed her mouth against his. SHOULD NOT EVEN BE LEGAL. OMG. SQUEE x INFINITY. /fanboyism

All of the little details you also included were quite wonderful, especially naming the Muggle club "Between the Sheets", and how you got John there in the first place. I especially liked Agatha, which gave a perfect amount of humour in with the especially hot Elsie/John. Everything was the high point, nothing was the low point, and you, Anna, know your reciever very well. And you deserve to have a throne of jewels and chocolate, but I'll get to that around Christmas. ;) Thank you!

Mar, seriously. I’ve come to the conclusion that when you’re good, you’re really good. Seriously. Out of probably all of the things I have read of yours, Noir House has to be one of the best. I still haven’t added it to my favorites list yet [!!! …Why haven’t I?!], but I shall after I get done with this review. Seriously. I, once more, have either lost my ability to nitpick in the ground or there is just nothing to nitpick to death. I’m 97% sure that it’s the latter, so I won’t be nitpicking, unless I find some little detail I’d like to discuss when I’m in the midst of my review. So, let’s continue!

First: Your characterization is Fab. U. Lous. I’m serious. Anne, for instance, was so hysterically funny and reminded me slightly of Anna. [*cough*] “L’Université only contracts the most connected socialites in England, dear. But this is all beside the point. You, Isabelle Bingham, are governess to the children of a widower who is very rich and has been lonely for years.” I LOVED that first part, because it showed so much culture of Wizarding America. And the second part just insinuates so much - even though in a split second, we know what she is insinuating, there is that moment of wonderment of what she could possibly be talking about. Her knowledge of the wizarding society really makes the environment seem all too real as well. Mrs Black died of an STD. *sniggers and then dies of laughter*

And then we get to Orion Black and Isabelle. How, oh how you created their dynamic relationship is still beyond me, but you did it, and you made it very convincing. SO convincing, in fact, that I really hoped that is would work out between them. That d@/\/\# Walburga. You make me feel love, amusement, fondness, sadness, and hatred towards your characters. That’s how masterful you play with them. It’s just guh. Guhguhguh.

The way you show the relationship that buds between Sirius, Regulus, and Isabelle is evident when you have Sirius’ hair turn blue, thanks to Isabelle. Oh, that was funny. So much amusement. Regulus snorted, and a moment later Sirius also caught on. “What did you do to my hair?” he exclaimed, rushing out of the room to look at his reflection in the mirror at the end of the hall. "Parle français, et tes cheveux redeviendront normaux!" Isabelle yelled after him. Like I said, it was so funny - you include many moments like this into you fic, including giving those gossiping witches something to talk about. Seriously, I almost wet my pants laughing. Never have I laughed so much at a non humor fic. XD

However, the emotion and sadness comes in at the end - What WAS haunting her in the house? - and she must leave, with Sirius and Regulus not understanding why, but Isabelle suddenly understanding. Or not, we really don’t know, but we hope that Mr Black is correct in saying that she will. And the last line? It was absolutely fabulous. It just really showered emotion and ended the piece perfectly.

Mar, once again, seriously. Fabulous.

OMG. McKee. I WELCOME YOU BACK WITH OPEN ARMS!

*cough* Yes. Anyway.

I, obviously, loved it. I'm so happy McKee is back, and that we can stop mourning her death. :-D Favourite line: "As soon as they stepped in, it was a cacophony of lights, mechanical music, screeching, bass beats and thumping floors." I liked it partly because of the imagery, partly because of the disco-ness of it, and partly because I like the word "cacophony". :D I found one mistake: She grabbed his hand and loosely held it between her fingers before saying, “Gisellia. Is my name.” You have Gisellia here, but Gisella later on; I believe it's Gisella, but just clarifying. :) Oh, I ADORED it. McKee! I missed you!

Hey BC! I know I promised to get this to you before the clock struck midnight, but due to my complete devotion to American Idol [>.>] I was unable to do so. I do hope the morning after is just fine with you. : ) To kick my review off, I’ll say that I honestly don’t read all that much poetry, mainly because it either goes way over my head or it’s a complete mess. However, I am VERY happy to find something that has enough style and sophistication to keep me interested while at the same time, it doesn’t go all over the page with… weird spacing and numbers and lines that confuse me. So! Fabulous. : )

The second thing that makes this poem such a find is that the actually subject matter is very hard to find. Not many decide to use actual canon events to use in their story - such stories mainly go for school!Marauders where we have so little info - and I can honestly say I have never read anything in fanon that details Sirius’ escape. And you use it with such control over your language that it is astounding. I’d also like to mention that the flow and pace is perfect [I counted!], which, of course, is love to the highest level.

Like I said, your use of language to tie images ‘round in circles in my mind is completely flabbergasting. “An icy wind howled mournfully, Across the barren sea,
‘Til from the fog, a fort emerged, Entrenched in misery. I don’t know what it is about this first stanza that has me entranced. It could be the fact that it sets the scene for what I as the audience am about to witness so beautifully, or if it’s the choice of verb. It’s a bit of both, I think, and like I said, the imagery and language you use is almost flawless.

I say almost because, while you gracefully dance through most of your writing, there is one choice of word that sort of bugs me, and it is the only piece of concrit I could find. It’s not really something that can be fixed, in my opinion, because it’s involved in the rhythm so well. However, the word “deathly” in stanza two irritates me beyond all reason. I don’t really know why, because it is a perfect fit. I think it’s because, while all other words seem warm, elegant, and charming, this word seems to stop the rhythm dead and stare coldly at you. Like Wormtail would if you stole his turban. I just thought I’d let you know of my plight. I hate the word, but it can’t be helped. *builds a bridge and gets over it*

The thing I think that makes poems work so well and what makes everything tick is the actual wording used. Not only do actual words keep the pace, they can also change the tone, send a message, and an “a” is just as important as something like “westward”. You fit everything in so well. It all seemed to click into place. I do have some favourite lines though, even though the whole poem was deliciously refreshing. “Was plotting an escape from his, Unending years of hell.” This gets the point across that Sirius is in… well, hell. It also shows how desperate and needy he is of escaping at that point. Not only was he barely managing to keep sane, he also had to escape because of the traitor at Hogwarts. It was really well thought out. : ) “While desperate moans surrounded him, From inmates all but dead.” Tastefully done. The filet mignon of the magnificent feast of words. It really described Azkaban very well. *gobbles up*

*Ahem* Only one more, I promise, and then I’ll be on my way. “He made one final promise as, He broke into a run, I failed you, James, but this I vow, I will not fail your son.” OH MY SWEET HEAVEN. This was the PERFECT ending. I cannot tell you how much I adore this paragraph. I want to print it out, staple it to the wall, and sit hours on end staring at its fabulousness. X.X

Author's Response: Wow, now that is some SPEW love right there! Thanks for such a complex review and for your very flattering praise! And extra thanks for counting my syllables. Seriously. I was a slave to the meter, and it makes it all worthwhile to know that someone\'s out there counting and appreciating my OCD. :D And I had to laugh at your \"deathly\" hate. Isn\'t it weird when someone comes along and says exactly the same thing you were thinking? Well, I didn\'t have your awesome turban analogy in mind, but it did always kind of stand out to me as an evil looking word. I decided to leave it because I figured it was an appropriate word for Dementors, but you\'re right; it is a bit disruptive. I appreciate your taking the time to review! (And I was sleeping at midnight so I never would have known.) ;)

Rachel! Yes, I know, this review was promised to you two months ago. Yes, I know, I’m late again. Yes, I know, I’m a horrible person for being late. Yes, I know, you’re tired of me saying “Yes, I know.” So, shall I stop all this blibber blabber whatever and get to the actual review? I’d like to, but first, I’d like to declare my undying love of darkfics and the fact this fic is so dark it makes Dracula look like Hello Kitty with ketchup smudges on its mouth. Which, you know, I flock to like a geese does water. NOW I have my blabber fill. Onwards!

First off, I must go into how much I absolutely heart the way you formatted and presented your story. Where shall I begin? The non-capitalized roman numerals are very aesthetically pleasing, and the way they mark each day makes on feel like you’re getting closer and closer to the ending and you can’t wait to see what shall happen on that last, and what turns out to be fateful, day. I also enjoyed the little bubbles of thought marked by the parenthesis. It was a perfect accessory for a fabulous dark fic.

I love the dark tones that you used in the fic - the sudden down spiral of Hermione’s “light” makes the fic even darker. It seems so real, and it carries itself all the way through, all the way until Hermione kills herself. It was done very, very well, might I add. I enjoyed everything about this fic, and I did not find a single nitpick.

I know my review is short, but my adoration of this fic is not: Brilliant!